I can tell I’ve been listening to the lays of Bilbo. Here, small works, the labor of the world, are known, that day by day we hurry through both chores and song and lightly running pass down one path then … Continue reading →
Jumped? No. Not at all. Falling? Not exactly. Allowed myself to fall? Gave myself willingly to the spring surge, the tidal pull? More than likely. Look the wrong way and it plows down and sweeps you away unexpected. Not necessarily … Continue reading →
That’s what I started out with, but then I sat looking over a little pond, thinking I might be painting or sketch-booking or something. Instead I fished my binoculars out of the trunk and sat watching a pair of blue … Continue reading →
There on the floor, the unexpected. Finding a cat’s whisker is a rare event despite the multiple cats and their multitudinous whiskers. They seem unusually shed but it must happen like any hair, certainly more often than say the kitten’s … Continue reading →
Deep in snow, walking with cold. •
The shining air, stirring around the trees Continue reading →
If you only say one prayer in a day, make it thank you.
